Chapter 9 #2
“No, you’re not. You’re finally going to ride it, and I bet that will make an even prettier picture.”
Then he leans in an inch and covers my mouth with his.
The kiss starts off soft and slow, just a brushing of our lips until his tongue teases the seam of my mouth and he deepens it.
Unable to help myself, I open for him, and his tongue instantly invades my mouth, sliding over mine.
Waves of pleasure slam into me, and a whimper escapes my throat.
My God.
I forgot how good this man can kiss.
I need more.
More of his mouth.
More of him.
Winding my arms around his neck, I pull him closer. Our tongues duel in what feels like a frantic race to consume.
To claim.
“Fuck,” he growls against my mouth, his teeth nipping at my lower lip. “I forgot how good you taste. Forgot how much I like the sounds you make too. Drives me fucking mad.”
His teeth tug on my lip once more before he breaks the kiss completely and pulls away. If I had any sense of self-preservation, I’d end this now. I’d get the fuck out of this truck and call my cousin. But I’m a glutton for punishment, and a woman who has ignored her needs for too long.
It’s one reckless night and a chance to deliver karma.
I can do this. I can be selfish.
“I want your pants off before I get behind the wheel.” He licks his lips—lips I was sucking on only a moment ago. Lips I want to feel all over me.
“Better yet, why don’t you get completely naked for me?”
Before I can reply, he takes a step back and slams the passenger door shut.
He rounds the front of the truck in four strides and turns those molten eyes my way.
His boots come to a halt as he stares at me through windshield.
A small part of me wants to defy his orders, but after that kiss and all those filthy promises, I just want him.
I want his mouth on me and his cock stretching me.
Even if I regret it when it’s over.
Even if he walks away and pretends as if it never happened.
I tear my gaze away from the windshield and stare out the passenger window, scanning the dimly lit street. There isn’t much traffic at this hour, but we’re on one of the busier streets in Saddle Ridge. Do I really want to take the chance of someone seeing us?
My eyes flit back to the windshield, and I find Maddox bracing his hands on top of the hood of his truck, staring at me expectantly.
It’s like he’s daring me.
I used to never back down from a dare.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I reach for the hem of my t-shirt.
In one quick swoop, I pull it over my head.
The headlights of the truck give me a full view of his face, and I watch as his tongue snakes out and swipes at his lip.
He pushes off the hood and stalks around the front of the truck.
The driver’s door opens in a flash, and he slides behind the wheel.
“Take everything off,” Maddox commands as he slams his door shut. His eyes roam over my chest, my black bra the only barrier between his gaze and my breasts. “Now.”
I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra.
It falls to my lap and the cool air of the truck makes my nipples harden instantly.
I’m fully aware that my body has changed a lot since the last time he’s seen it.
My breasts are larger, and my hips are wider.
And while my stomach may still be flat, there are stretch marks sprinkled across it.
But none of that seems to matter to Maddox and maybe that’s just because the lighting in the truck hides all my flaws.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his hand reaching out to cup one breast. His thumb brushes across my nipple, and I can’t help the small moan that escapes me. “Still so goddamn perfect.”
He squeezes my breast again before withdrawing his hand.
“The pants too.”
I lift my hips, unbuttoning my jeans and shimmying them down my legs along with my panties. It’s awkward in the confines of his truck, but I manage to kick them off completely.
“Spread your legs,” he orders.
Common sense evades me, and I comply all too easily.
Maddox’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me completely exposed. “Christ, Amelia. Look at you.”
His hand finds my inner thigh, fingers trailing upward until they brush over my pussy. I close my eyes at his touch. I’m already embarrassingly wet, and when he dips a finger inside me, we both groan.
“Still get this wet for me, baby?” He adds another finger, pumping them in and out slowly. The sounds my pussy makes should embarrass me, but I can’t seem to give a damn. “After all these years?”
“Shut up,” I hiss, my hips moving of their own accord to meet his hand.
He chuckles darkly. “Make me.”
Without warning, he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, shamelessly staring at me as he sucks them clean. “Just as fucking sweet as I remember.”
Desperation claws at me and I inch closer to him, reaching for his belt buckle. I need to feel him between my legs. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
He grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Not yet. First, I want you to come on my tongue.”
Before I can respond, he’s maneuvering me across the bench seat, pushing me back until I’m half-lying against the passenger door. He wedges himself between my legs, his broad shoulders forcing them wider apart. It’s uncomfortable as hell, but I make do, lifting my foot on the dashboard.
His mouth closes over me, and I forget about everything else. His tongue swirls around my clit before flattening against me, applying just the right amount of pressure. My hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Pull my hair. Ride my fucking face.”
He slides two fingers inside me again, curling them upward as his tongue continues its assault on my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I feel myself racing toward release embarrassingly fast.
“You gonna come for me?” His voice vibrates against my sensitive flesh. “Gonna flood my mouth like you used to? Make it drip down my chin.”
“Yes,” I pant, my hips bucking against his face. “God, yes.”
“Say my name when you do,” he demands, his fingers plunging deeper. Harder. Faster. “I want to hear it.”
It only takes a few more strokes of his tongue before I’m shattering, my back arching off the door as pleasure courses through me. “Maddox!”
He doesn’t let up, working me through every aftershock until I’m pushing his head away, too sensitive to take any more. He rises up, his chin glistening with evidence of my pleasure, a smug smile on his face.
“Now,” he says, finally unbuckling his belt. “I think its time you final take my cock.”
He unzips his jeans and pushes them down just enough to free himself. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, thick and hard, the head already leaking. He’s bigger than I remember, or maybe my memory didn’t do him justice.
“Come here,” he orders, stroking himself once, twice. “Straddle me.”
Charged by the desperate need to feel him inside me, I scramble across the bench and position myself on his lap.
My arms wind around his neck and my hips buck forward, my pussy rubbing along the length of him.
His big hands move to my hips, and he lifts me up.
Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I position him exactly where I want and sink down slowly, taking one inch at a time.
A growl erupts from his throat and his hands dig into my hips as I drop all the way down on his cock. My pussy throbs as it stretches to accommodate his length, but it’s the most amazing sensation.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he groans.
I begin to move, rising up before sliding back down, establishing a rhythm that has us both panting. His hands move to cup my ass, fingers digging into my skin as he guides my movements.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Ride my cock like the good girl I always knew you were.”
I increase my pace, bracing my hands on his shoulders for leverage. The scent of sex fills the truck as the windows begin to fog and the air becomes thick. His eyes lower and a carnal sound rips past his lips. “What a fucking sight. That pretty pussy swollen and weeping. So fucking full.”
One of his hands snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit. The added stimulation is almost too much.
“Maddox,” I moan, feeling my second orgasm building rapidly.
“Look at me,” he demands, and when I do, the intensity in his eyes nearly makes me come undone again. “I want to see your face when you come on my cock.”
His thumb moves faster over my clit.
“I’m close.”
“Me too,” he grunts, his hips now bucking up to meet mine. “Come with me, Amelia. Let go.”
His words push me over the edge, and I clench around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows immediately after, his grip on my hip tightening to the point of bruising as he pulses inside me.
For several moments, we remain completely still, our foreheads pressed together as we struggle to catch our breath. Reality slowly begins to seep back in, and with it, the weight of what we’ve just done.
I move to climb off him, but he holds me in place, his hands gentler now as they stroke up and down my back.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my shoulder.
But the tenderness of the moment cracks as shame floods me. I shift uncomfortably, suddenly painfully aware of our position, of what we’ve done. The afterglow evaporates, replaced by a cold, sinking feeling in my gut.
“I need to get off you,” I whisper, avoiding his eyes.
This time he lets me move. As I lift myself from his lap, I feel the warm trickle of his release sliding down my inner thigh.
Maddox notices too. “Shit, hang on.” He twists around, reaching behind the seat into the truck’s extended cab. He pulls out a flannel shirt. “Let me clean you up.”
“Don’t.” I push his hand away and reach for my clothes. My fingers tremble as regret builds.
He watches me, concern flitting across his features as I struggle to dress in the confined space.
“Amelia, stop. Let’s talk about it.”
I pull my shirt over my head, not bothering with my bra, just stuffing it into my pocket. “The last thing I want to do right now is talk to you. Just take me home. Please.”
Maddox sighs but tucks himself away, zipping up his jeans. He starts the engine without a word, but I can feel his eyes on me as I finish dressing.
“Where is home?” he finally asks.
The question feels like a sucker punch to the gut because home was supposed to be wherever he was.
“Rose Bluff Apartments on Willow Street,” I whisper.
The truck moves through the night, silence heavy between us. When he finally pulls up to my building, I reach for the door handle immediately, desperate to escape.
“Amelia, wait.” His hand lands on my arm. “We should talk about what happened.”
I stare at his fingers on my skin. “What happened was a mistake.”
“No.” The word comes out firm, almost angry. “Don’t do that. Don’t dismiss this.”
Anger rolls through me.
“Dismiss what, Maddox?” I turn to face him. “A quick fuck in your truck? That’s all this was.” I thought having sex with him would make me feel powerful, that it would be liberating after everything. But I guess the joke is on me… again.
His eyes darken. “That’s bullshit and you know it. What happened tonight was anything but a mistake. It was long overdue, and I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“That’s just the sex talking,” I sneer.
“The fuck it is.” He pushes his fingers roughly through his hair. “You’re in my veins, Amelia. You always have been. Since the day I first laid eyes on you.”
Tears well in my eyes and I shake my head. “Don’t you dare say that to me.”
“It’s true, and I’m tired of acting as if it’s not,” he says, his voice growing louder. “I told myself I wasn’t good enough, and maybe I’m not, but I want a chance to be good enough.”
Something snaps inside me. The anger I’ve suppressed for years bubbles to the surface. “Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. It’s taken years for me to put myself back together. I won’t let you ruin my progress with your lies. So we fucked. Big deal. We can finally say we got it out of our systems.”
His face pales. “That’s not fair—”
“Fair? You want to talk about fair?” My voice rises.
“I ended up with Russell because he found me heartbroken in a field after you abandoned me. He said all the right things. He made me believe that another man could want me even if you didn’t.
You broke me, and he stomped on the pieces you left behind. ”
“Amelia—”
“No. I was just the girl you fooled around with for a summer. Shame on me for thinking it was more than that, and shame on me for falling in love with you. But I’m not that same girl anymore, Maddox.
I’m someone’s mother. I needed to get laid, and you were there.
That’s all this was. Now, it shouldn’t be hard for you to walk away.
You did it once. I have faith you can do it again.
” I yank the door open. “It’s what you’re good at. ”
I climb out and slam the door with all my strength, the sound echoing in the quiet street. I don’t look back as I stride toward my building, though I can feel his eyes boring into my back.
Branding me just like his hands did when he fucked me.